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It was a Friday night in the waning days of the March springbreak from school. Sarah had found her new apartment in upstate New York and had an opportunity to meet the people with whom she would be working. In addition, her last school projects, art and photography portfolios, were completed. The only school requirement that remained for Sarah was one small exam, and then graduation. Any stress or problems Sarah may have had regarding school or her new job and where she was going to live had either diminished or had disappeared altogether. Sarah was relaxed. We had the house to ourselves. And, most important, ever since her trip to upstate New York earlier in the week, she had become very horny. Just the night before, in fact, she had let me know that she likely wanted to fuck me more than I wanted to fuck her. Sarah, as I have indicated before, was not shy when it came to sex. We went out to dinner, sat in a corner of the restaurant, and talked about what we might do the rest of this evening, the new toys she had bought, and why she had become so horny. As for the rest of this Friday evening, I suggested that we might re-visit our self-made notes, written when we last played “Sarah’s game”, which was near the end of our holiday break in December. Those were the notes about a night of sexual pleasure and what we wanted to do to each other. It was during that game that Sarah had drifted from needy and wanting at the start of the game, to pleading, begging and becoming desperate for release and an orgasm; to an ethereal, erotic, idyllic sexual state where she completely abandoned any inhibitions, lost all awareness of her surroundings, and entered a world where all that mattered to her was her sexual pleasure and gratification, and enjoying orgasm after orgasm until she was exhausted. The morning after playing that game, Sarah admitted that her complete loss of awareness and control, and her passionate and intense desire for non-stop pleasure and orgasms, no matter how achieved, had scared her. She had never been that “far gone” before and it frightened her. In addition, she was sore for days after, although she had indicated that it was a “good” soreness. In the days and weeks following that December “Sarah’s game”, she and I developed deeper feelings for each other. We grew closer and continued to enjoy not only more sex, but a variety of sexual experiences. We became more aware of what each of us liked and developed greater mutual trust. In that context, and now almost three months later, Sarah had developed an increasing interest in recreating that sexual experience. Despite her previous concerns, Sarah once again wanted to enter that world where she would lose her inhibitions, give herself completely, and do anything for her sexual satisfaction, no matter mersin escort the means or the consequences. As we talked, we thought back to the Christmas break experience and what we had done to make it such a memorable night. I would need to be able to control myself and my urges. I had teased her, prolonged her pleasure and made her beg to cum. “Do not stop,” she interjected. “Continue to tease and fuck me even if I beg to cum or am still experiencing an orgasm. That’s what you did last time.” She recalled how I had played with her body, from tweaking her nipples to licking her slit; from fucking her pussy to fucking her ass. Sarah had begun the December game by taping my wrists to the arms of the leather chair and then undressing for me so she could show me all of her wonderful lady parts and I could watch while she played with her breasts and pussy. Then she freed my manhood from its confines and played with it, kissing, licking, stroking, tickling and sucking, all the while getting more and more turned on. She remembered how she had controlled me, doing whatever she wanted, whatever was necessary, to keep me at the edge but not allowing me the release of ejaculation. She had teased me to the point of orgasm, and had kept me there as long as possible before allowing me to cum. She also recounted that it was the power and control she had when she teased me, when she deprived me of an orgasm, and when she made me beg to cum, which made her so hot and wanting that night. We recalled that by the time Sarah had finished with me, she was so turned on and desperate for her own pleasure and orgasm, that she was ready for the next phase of her transformation. At the same time, I was recovering from my orgasm, which made it easier for me to control my urges and need to cum again. Knowing what we had done the previous December helped us to develop a plan for this Friday evening. All of this talk, of course, was an aphrodisiac to Sarah and did nothing to dampen her eagerness and need for sexual fun and gratification on this evening. In addition, all the talk about sex had me hard and oozing pre-cum all during dinner. These discussions about sex and what we were going to do to each other typically resulted in us rushing home and ripping each other’s clothes off. This night was no different. Once home, Sarah worked quickly and eagerly. She spread out a blanket on the living room floor along with some pillows and all our toys, old and new. My wrists and arms were then tied to the arms of the big leather chair in the living room, making good use of the new restraints Sarah had bought. Sarah gathered the toys she planned on using and placed them by the chair. She took off my socks, undid my belt, pulled the zipper down, and slid my pants off. My rock hard mersin escort bayan cock fought to work its way free from my shorts. At first, Sarah just ran her fingernails over the shaft which was hidden under the now wet material of my underwear. She stared at the cloaked rod, anticipating how she was going to have me. Then, when she was ready, she slowly pulled my shorts down past my ankles and off, letting my manhood spring out and stand erect. She sat back and looked at my hard cock. Sarah already had that look of desire and need. That wonderful, sultry look a woman gets when she needs to be fucked — when she desperately wants to be fucked. “Your wonderful cock is now mine,” she said, making it very clear who was now in charge. She moved forward and placed her hands on my thighs. With her tongue alone, she teased and tickled the swollen head of my cock, my balls, and the long, hard shaft. My head fell back against the chair and I enjoyed the pleasurable sensations, as clear pre-cum seeped out of the little slit at the tip of my cock. Our evening of pleasure had begun. Sarah stood and walked a few feet away and then turned to face me. She pulled her T shirt over her head exposing her breasts and hard nipples. As she walked back towards me, her tits jiggled and swayed back and forth. She put her hands over my wrists and bent over, letting her tits hang down in front of my face. “My nipples ache to be touched,” she said, as she let her breasts and nipples dangle and sway in front of my eyes for several seconds. Then, kneeling in front of me, Sarah took her index and middle fingers of one hand and ran them over the head of my cock, using my pre-cum as a lubricant. The head is the most sensitive part of my manhood. Her rubbing the soft skin of the head with her finger sent shivers through my body. “Do you want me?” she asked. “Yes.” “Are you going to play with my nipples?” “Yes.” “Are you going to fuck me?” “Yes.” “Are you going to play with my ass?” she said with a lusty look on her face. “Will you make me cum more than once?” “Are you going to tie me up?” Her questions, partly whispered, and asked with a little coy smile and look, were designed to get into my head, to make my temperature rise, to turn me on even more than I already was. Her questions were also Sarah’s way of playing, toying, teasing, and getting her own blood boiling. She stood and walked away. She undid her pants and let them drop to her feet. Having nothing else on, her wet pussy and shapely ass were now exposed. Sarah had told me on more than a few occasions that the way I looked at her body gave her chills and turned her on. “It is a hungry look,” she had told me. “When I see that look on your face I know that you want me. I like that I make you feel that escort mersin way.” Sarah enjoyed showing me her body and walked around, letting me see all of her delicious parts The effect was noticeable as my cock strained to grow even bigger. To emphasize her exhibitionist enjoyment, Sarah raised one foot up to the chair arm, exposing her pussy. She opened her swollen lips with two fingers and flicked her clit back and forth with one finger. “Do you want my pussy?” she asked, already knowing the answer. “Will you lick it and suck my clit?” I gazed at her love hole, transfixed by her slit, swollen lips and love pearl. Her pussy juice was slowly running down her slit, making her pussy glisten in the light. Sarah got a thrill out of displaying her body and had goose bumps all over her arms and tits, as well as a look of sheer pleasure on her face. Without Sarah even touching me, pre-cum flowed from my cock and ran down the sides of my shaft. Sarah’s approach to teasing always began with this toying and talking, before moving on to oral pleasures. She wanted to bring me slowly up to the point where I was near to an orgasm, and then keep me there while playing with my manhood and mind. To accomplish this, she used her hands, tongue and mouth, stroking my shaft while she sucked on my swollen head and as much of the shaft as she could get between her lips and down her throat. It was a wonderful, slow, agonizing, highly pleasurable blow job. She played with my manhood and talked to me, telling me all the things she wanted me to do to her. “I really need to be fucked long and hard.” “I want you to play with my ass.” “I want my nipples played with until they hurt.” “I want you to cum all over me.” A slow hand job or blow job was expertly administered between each seductive comment. “I love to suck your cock,” she added, as she ran her fingernails over the underside of my balls. “I love the feeling of your cock in my mouth. I like that I can make you feel so good.” It is both a visual and physical pleasure to watch Sarah work her magic tongue and lips over the head of my cock. The pleasure slowly grew as she sucked and stroked, and spread through my entire body. I began to sweat and pull against my restraints. My fingers grabbed at the arms of the chair; my toes curled. I made a variety of guttural noises indicating my enjoyment. Soon, Sarah had me where she wanted. Another minute of her mouth and tongue and I would explode. But Sarah had an uncanny ability to know when I was about to cum. She stopped. Sarah reached for the silk-like scarf first, spreading it out and running all of it over the head of my cock. It is, at first, a soothing and pleasurable feeling. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation that tingled through your body. As the material got wet with pre-cum, however, it began to drag and rub on the sensitive skin of my swollen head, causing some pain along with the pleasure. The scarf material sliding over the head of my cock several times was not going to make me cum. Its use, as Sarah well knew, was not designed for that.